The Cosmic Lover

O Allah, into your endless plays

Who could delve—

You call out to Allah

Being Allah yourself.

When a form you'd yet to need

You were but a lucent seed.

The three worlds then affirmed your skills

In countless shapes and tilts and lilts.

Your exhaled, gossamer

Word— we know as holy writ,

The up-draft flower, down-draft messiah, you

Into Adam's breast breathed it.

Those that have gained self-knowledge

Partake of the Godhead's secret bliss;

Niranjan afloat, that flawless gem,

Lalon seeks in wilderness.

Subrata Augustine Gomes is a poet and a translator.